With each agreement to help in the fight, the governors worried expression shifted to relief and even a faint trace of happiness. Perhaps there was hope yet. Once the other three had had their word, Nighthill nodded and spoke, glancing at Hurrik: "[color=lightblue]And I trust I need not even ask you, Hurrik?[/color]" The dwarf raised his hand in the air before moving it onto his chin, signalling that he still needed to think about it.

A moment of silence passed with just the beating of the dragon's wings and the distant crackling of fire and shouts of both raiders and guards alike filling the background, but after a short while the dwarf raised his gaze to meet the one of the governor and answered his question: "[color=green]Nahh, cannot do. The wounded still need tending... especially if more will be brought in. My best course of action is to remain in the infirmary, even if it pains me to stay back and not participate in the fighting.[/color]" The governor nodded with a slight hint of sadness in his gesture, but he had to agree with the dwarf.

"[color=lightblue]Well then... Brannor, Orchid, Parum... you go get some rest. The castellan, Escobert by name, will seek you once we have something prepared for you[/color]", Nighthill instructed before sighing and continuing: "[color=lightblue]As much as I would love to see if the rest of the caravan can be of assistance... I'm not sure if we can spare the troops to go check on them. We can only hope.[/color]" The governor then turned to face his town again and waved his healthy hand to dismiss the group for now. It was a painful decision, but he couldn't risk it.